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Children of the Deep
The laboratory was three hundred meters beneath the ruins of Warsaw, and in the winter of 1943,...
The Man at the Table
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I've been a bartender in the East Village for twelve years. I've seen writers and painters and...
The Fog of London
The gas lamps of Victorian London did not illuminate the city; they merely cast long, distorted...
The Steam Ghost
The steam hissed through the pressure valve with a sound like a dying man's last breath, and...
The Neon Noose
The rain in Los Angeles didn't wash anything away; it just smeared the neon lights across the...